Staring at Pei Yan who was fiddling with a strange weapon in his hands while speaking nonchalantly, Raphael's face turned extremely grim. He lowered his head and shouted loudly towards Sifuer below, "Sifuer! Do you really want to push me to the brink? You should know what I'm capable of! Your goal has been achieved, quickly stop him! Otherwise, we'll all be seeing the Demon God together!"

Hearing Raphael's hoarse roar, Sifuer felt utterly speechless and couldn't express the bitterness inside her. She understood what Raphael had misunderstood, but to stop him? Was that a joke? Was he someone who listened to advice? This person had never listened to any of her suggestions from start to finish!

Even so, to prevent the situation from worsening, Sifuer still prepared to speak to persuade Pei Yan, explaining the pros and cons to him. But before she could open her mouth, the floating Pei Yan sighed first; "I don't know what misunderstanding you have about the relationship between Miss Sifuer and me, but I advise you to give up on the idea of having her persuade me. I've always been soft-hearted and timid, never wanting to provoke trouble voluntarily. However, my experiences during this period have taught me that there are people in this world who, if you take a step back, will take three steps forward. They won't take your concession as goodwill, only as weakness. So, Mr. Raphael, you've chosen the wrong target. I stand here representing the Foundation Plane's position. Your provocation and scheming against me is a provocation against the Foundation Plane! Do you think I would retreat and allow the entire Hell Plane to look down on us in future negotiations? You and your conspirators must die!"

Each of Pei Yan's words was like a heavy hammer striking the heart of everyone present. It was only then that Raphael realized how grave a mistake he had made. Not willing to accept his fate, he lifted his head and said bitterly, "But you've already won, I've already admitted defeat! Aren't you afraid that killing me now will affect future cooperation between the two planes?"

"Afraid of what? I have recordings of all our conversations and negotiations. If the high-level officials of your Hell Plane want to see them, I can show them in front of the representatives of the five planes. I just want to see if anyone will say my retaliation was incorrect then. Moreover, from the information I've received, it seems Mr. Raphael is occupying the nest deceitfully. Ah, sorry, you might not know what that term means, but you should understand what I'm implying. I don't think the high-level officials of your Hell Plane would trouble me for a small boss who usurped power by killing a noble." Pei Yan said while pressing a button on the hilt of his sword. With a buzzing sound, a plasma sword shining with red light appeared in his hand, and his attention was instantly drawn to it as he laughed heartily, "Haha! It's finally succeeded!"

The light sword was the first weapon Pei Yan wanted to create after absorbing information on plasma weapons. Imagining the stance of Jedi warriors brandishing their weapons in Star Wars made him excited. And because the energy released by the light sword was smaller, it wouldn't be a one-time product like a full-power plasma cannon and could be used for a long time in breakthrough states.

In stark contrast to Pei Yan's elation, Raphael, suspended on the other side, was flushed with anger. He understood that Pei Yan was right. If he were truly killed, the higher-ups would definitely not make trouble for someone as insignificant as him. Knowing that his life's work was about to go down the drain, and that he was going to perish here, pushed to desperation, he finally resolved to fight to the death!

After making up his mind, he lowered his stature and retreated while shouting, "Men! Are you all fools? Kill him for me!"

After a few orders, except for a dozen loyal subordinates guarding him, no one in the bustling crowd of the town stepped forward to follow his command. Instead, a few murderous gazes swept back and forth over Raphael's party.

Seeing this, Raphael couldn't help but feel a bitterness in his heart. He understood that his capital for ruling here was his three hundred subordinates brought from the battlefield. Although the refuge had nearly ten thousand people, the core combat force was just over four thousand. Among these, all the scattered refugees would be targeted and eliminated by him if found forming cliques, so the many small leaders in the refuge could only rely around his leg.

But now, without what he depended on, these people's minds began to stir!

"I know what you're thinking! A bunch of mongrels wanting to take a bite off me while you can!" Raphael's sinister and venomous gaze swept over everyone in the town as he roared, "You don't even know your own weight! I may be defeated! But don't forget, I still have the capital to bring you down with me, the control of the refuge is still in my hands!"

Saying this, he pulled out a crystal bottle roughly the size of a mineral water bottle filled with dark green liquid from his sleeve. At the sight of this object, everyone present collectively gasped.

"Raphael, have you gone mad!" Even though she knew this possibility existed, when Raphael truly prepared to do so, Sifuer still cried out in disbelief.

"I've gone mad! Yes, you've driven me mad!" Raphael said, looking toward Pei Yan, continuing to shout, "Don't forget, we're still under the Red Apocalypse's shroud. As soon as I shut down the refuge's Defense Array, it will immediately be covered by the Red Apocalypse, and the liquid in this bottle is from the mother insect of the Disaster Legion. If I break it, within two hours, this place will be overrun by the Insect Race army of the Disaster Legion! Let's all go see the Demon God together!"

"Oh!!!" Hearing Raphael's words, Pei Yan appeared excited, "So the mother insect's liquid has this effect too, that's vital information. If I'd known, I'd have collected more back then!"

Seeing Pei Yan's face full of excitement, like a madman, Raphael didn't know if what he said was true or false. He held up the bottle and continued to shout, "That's right, you should know the stakes now, let me go, and after I'm gone, I will hand over the control of the refuge, or everyone here will be buried with me!"

"Hmm! Well said, with such spirit!" Pei Yan nodded approvingly, then tilted his head, his eyes rolling as he asked, puzzled, "But, what does this have to do with me?"

Hearing this, everyone present, including Sifuer, had their expressions freeze, followed by a surge of anger. Whether or not they belonged to the same interest group as Raphael was another matter, but to be so disregarded, as if their lives meant nothing, treating the lives of everyone in the town with indifference, was utterly humiliating. Even the Hell Race had never been so lightly regarded in front of representatives from the other three planes, but today, they were so humiliated by someone from the Energy Desert!

"Do you think I would let an enemy who harbors resentment against me go, letting myself suffer from sleepless nights, for people who have nothing to do with me!" Facing countless hostile gazes, Pei Yan responded without a care, as if he were justified.

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